We cut to cute blonde gym twink Drew Peters on a beach in Key West. He finds a message in a bottle that turns out to be Billy’s island SOS. Fortunately for Drew, there’s a cell phone number to call, and a yummy Polaroid shot of stranded Billy, so he’s got something to fantasize about. Unfortunately for viewers, Billy provides the laughably written, embarrassingly executed voice-over narration of the letter, as well as “acts” with Drew on the phone. It’s all patently ridiculous. This, plus his girly squeal, is reason enough to want someone to shove a sock in Billy’s mouth. Or something else that rhymes with it.

Back on Sex Island, Doctor Vixen (Damian Ford) presides over a trio of his sex slaves as they’re waiting in the dungeon. Our boy Billy is unconscious on a nearby table, inexplicably shaved down to a tight buzz cut. Exotic love potions are distributed and suddenly the two buff slaves (scruffy stud Gregg Rockwell and beefy muscle hunk Jason Hawke) and the lean slave clamped to the rack (boyish, tasty Dane Brando) have themselves a sweaty three-way. Doctor Vixen watches and whacks off from his isolated bank of surveillance monitors (sordid shades of Sliver, anyone?). As Gregg and Jason distract themselves by taking turns pounding Dane’s throat and rectum, Billy wakes up and makes a run for it. The scene builds to a splashy climax, leaving Dane covered in puddles of creamy goo.